Singing the Rescue Song

Despite all the empty cages after the Monday euthanasia day, it felt *right* to be at the shelter. I was asked by another rescue to rescue a cat to insure the right fit for a foster home. I've always said that playing "cat matchmaker" was something that I do the best.  There's a lot of things that I don't do well, but I take pride in my ability to match the right cat with the right person.  I'm hoping that today was no exception.

I ended up rescuing "Ozzy" who had been at the shelter for 2+ grueling months:

Ozzy had already been neutered, and the shelter vaccinated him for me and he was good to go! This guy was SOOOO happy to be out of the cage. He pranced around the cat room at the shelter! He rubbed. He purr'd. He meow'd. He gave love bites. He was overjoyed!! I got to sing my "rescue song" to him so that made us both pretty darn happy.

Of course, a rescue wouldn't be a rescue without the token poop as we pulled into the vet's parking lot. *sigh*

I had a lovely visit with Bella while I was there. As soon as I saw her, I knew it was her. She was rolling around, rubbing and purring. Clipped to her cage was her health record that the family left, along with a package of Temptation Treats. Did that alleviate their guilt to leave some eff'ing Temptation Treats for her?

 Isn't she precious?  She's a beautiful cat - a little overweight, but who cares?  I had taken a video of her, but it seems YouTube isn't cooperating.  I'll post it later if YouTube gets it's act together. 

I'm hopeful I can get Bella out of the shelter in the next few days and will let you know.  I'm looking forward to singing a rescue song - just for her. :)